May woke up to the sound of birds high up in the trees talking to each other. She looked out the window in dismay for the sky was grey and gloomy. She had hoped that the sun would be shining and not a single cloud in the sky. Suddenly she felt the floor under her feet shudder. She grabbed for her bed but tripped on a hole in the floor. She looked out the window. A gust of wind made the house shudder again. She wished the wind to stop, but the ferocious wind kept going. What could she do?
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